Millar: My guest at this time is the TV champ, the bringer of Justice, the picture perfect wrestler, the powerhouse, the one and only Judge *crowd boos*.
Judge: Nice work there Millar good to see your learning. Now what did you want to ask me?

Millar: Well first I just wanted to get a comment on your loss to Josh and Jason last week in the tag tournament.

Judge: My loss? My loss? MY LOSS?!? You mean Tim Ross' loss. It was inevitable that when given one of the IWO's new biggest jobbers I would only be able to carry the team so far to tag team gold. There is only so much one man can do against two opponents. But still, I'll give the devil thier due. It turns out that fucking youer tag team partner does help your in ring chemistry. But enough of that.

Millar: Ok...so what about your title defense at Spring Stampede against the Dragon and Jhonny Blade? Two experts in the hardcore field.

Judge: See this is what I've been hearing all week. Two experts in the hardcore field. Now I could go on about how this isn't a hardcore match, but it could turn out to be when the ref inadvertently is knocked down. So I'm not gonna go on about that. What I will say is that whilst you two chumps might be hardcore specialists. My speciality is every match that goes on inside that squared circle. You can't out wrestle thee Judge much less out hardcore the Judge. The Josh is more hardcore than you two, Alli Sabbah is more hardcore than you two, hell, even Mr Giggloes or whatever his name is is more hardcore than you fuckers. I have more hardcore in my pinky finger than you two have in your entire bodies.

Millar: Ok...so how do you intend to outwrestle your opponents then?

Judge: You see Dragon and Blade don't know hardcore. At Spring Stampede I'm gonna teach them all about what hardcore really is. Hardcore isn't getting hit by a crumpling tin garbage can. Hardcore isn't being put through a plastaerboard table or having sugar glass smashed over your head. That's fake. But I assue you Blade and Dragon when you get hit by my moves you'll know what hardcore is about. My boot does not dent when I hit you with hte big boot. When I hit you with the guillotine leg drop my leg does not give away like a table. The only thing that might give way is your skull. You guys know nothing of hardcore. Nothing of multiple concussions, of not knowing where you are in the middle of a match, what it feels ike to hear your bones breaking in one of my excruciating submission holds. But, at Spring Stampede, when I beat both of you, you will at least finally be able to say that your hardcore.

There is no way I'm losing this title *Judge points to title around his waist and fans boo*. There is no way I'm letting one tag loss stop my momentum. There is no way my path to Redemption on the commissioner is going to be stopped by that crook here. No way.

So both of you hacks better ask yourself this question. At Spring Stampede...what you gonna do...what you gonna do...when the Judge...comes...FOR YOU! *Judge walks off with Millar looking nervous. Judge pauses. Walks up behind Millar and hits a final sentence on him laying him out, then walks off.*

He raises his hands as lightning flashes and thunder rumbles in the distance.

"Soon all shall understand the sheer uselessness of them . I and my minion Joker plan on teaching the so called tag team finalists a lesson in pain. Then we shall go an to cause delightfl destruction during the hardcore match."

Suddenly rains starts to fall. A red syrupy rain which runs across the tombstones and Masques robes like blood.

"The pain shall be exquisite. I predict no winners this day. Only suffering."

Hugh: DC, first off it's a big night for you this week as you will be defending the IWO Heavyweight Title in a title vs. title match, how are you preparing?

DC: I'm saying my prayers, eating my vitamins and working hard.

*laughs*

DC: Seriously Hugh, I train the same way every week, and this week is no different, you have to adjust to your opponent and that is what I do best. I study tapes and go through old matches to pick up on little things I might have missed.

Hugh: If you win this week you will gain the RWA championship how would that feel?

DC: How would that feel? Not that great, the RWA is dead, I killed it, and that title is worthless. It shouldn't even be around and that's why at Spring Stampede I will get rid of that belt as well.

Hugh: The fans cheered you when you killed the RWA but lately that have been booing, will that be a factor?

DC: the fans, it's hard to tell about the fans...one minute they like you the next they might not...it's no secret that I was booed when I first started in the IWO several years ago, but the people saw that when I said I would do something I did it. They witnessed innovation, and they cheered me, and they have every since then until the week after Iron Steel and Gold...It was there Hugh that I became World Champion, and people thought I sold out to Mr. Smith!

Hugh: Did you sell out?

DC: Hell no! I didn't sell out, I did just what anyone else would do. I took care of a champion that didn't bother to show the federation respect, and with that I saved the IWO once again.

Hugh: So you know the question on everyone's mind is where is Wilma?

DC: Everyone's mind? this is the question they have? Then they need to do something better with there time. Wilma has her own stuff going on and she doesn't have to be here. Besides I am the champion the goal is accomplished, and I did it without her around.

Hugh: That brings us to your match against Unstoppable Force, who happens to be undefeated, in fact DC he has never been pinned and never been made to tap out, how will you beat him?

DC: Simple. I won't make Force tap out. That right there is something no one has done. Why would I be the first to do that. Force is too tough. We have been around the for a while, gone up and down the road, together me and Force are the two top guys in this business, the greatest team to ever step in the ring, and this week, we put it all out there on the line...

*DC pauses*

DC: Hugh, I will have to pin Force, and that is going to be a tough thing to do. But I can do it. It's no DQ and no countout, and you think that Force has the advantage, but in fact he doesn't. Force is a tough competitor, he has no quit, but the truth is Force only beat me the last time because he took me out with a chair. This time there is no sneak attack, there will be no illegal object, because I will know it's coming. You see Force will do whatever it takes to beat me, and I will do dhte same...Force will come out here and tell you for twenty minutes why he should hold this title. He needs this belt Hugh, he needs it, because it's his destiny. Well he is in for a reality check at Spring Stampede!

*DC stands up*

DC: Force, I am going to do the unthinkable, I will pin you and in turn I will remain the IWO Heavyweight Champion...I have worked too hard for it all to vanish in one title defense...The difference between me and you Force is that you preach about how you need this title, how you are meaningless without this belt, and well me, I don't have to have some award, or some belt to show who I am...I am DC, the greatest wrestler to step foot in the IWO, and you are going to find out Force first hand what that means....The funny thing about all this Force, is yeah you beat me last year, you pinned me no matter how you look at it...But you never have taken gold off of my waist....Force in title matches you fall short, and at Spring Stampede the outcome will be the same, I will be walking out with gold, because Force whether it's business or whether it's personal, at Spring Stampede you go into the dogpound as the RWA champion, and you walk out with your first loss.

*DC takes the belt and tosses it over his shoulder, he looks at Hugh then back at the camera*

DC: So bring your A game, because history is going to be rewritten!

*DC walks out of the room*

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*Joker is seen rocking on the ground out in a yard, he is just mumbling to himself that everyone will pay, everyone will pay*

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*Joseph T. Schmo is seen outside the IWO Headquarters he is carrying a briefcase and tells the limo driver to wait for him because his meeting with Mr. Smith won't take long*

Cryptic: "I almost forgot to greet my peaceful fellow human beings who have attended this PPV to witness their saviour, the peaceful one go 6-0 tonight!"

*Crowd cheers*

*Cryptic hands the mic back to Chad and the interview finally begins*

Chad: "Last week you had match with Mr. Giggles, some say it was rather boring, but tonight you're up against Tiger, who is a completely different opponent altogether, how do you feel you will prepare for this match?"

Cryptic: "Some say my epic encounter with Mr. Giggles was boring?"

Chad: "Why yes"

Cryptic: "Then i must apologize. You see those critics who say the match was boring, simply didn't expect the peaceful one to dominate as much, from start, right to the finish. My wrestling ability was un-matched and quite simply Wiggles or Giggles, whatever the name may be just couldn't cope. But tonight i have another epic encounter in the making, only difference is unlke last time where i was facing someone who enjoyed a giggle, i am now up against an animal that is near enough extinct. But the peaceful one shall not harm the animal too much, this planet needs tigers so what i shall do is weaken the animal and send it back to the wild so it can mate with bouncy tigger and produce lots and lots of baby tiglets, while in the process i go 6-0, so its a win, win situation for all."

*Crowd cheers*

Chad: "How confident are you on beating Tiger and retaining that impressive unbeaten run?"

*Cryptic randomly grins, a smile that shows a man full of confidence*

Cryptic: "I am very confident, i have no doubt in my ability and mother nature will help me, with my abilities and mother nature by my side aiding me in battle i can have faith and be brave in battle, you know brave like Robin Hood or that angry man outta of 300, i am a sword and mother nature is my shield and together we shall cut down any obsticles that presents itself and we shall tame the tiger tonight."

Chad: "Well Cryptic its been nice talking to...

*but before Chad can finish of his sentence Cryptic poilitely stops and takes the mic*

Cryptic: "Thank you, Chad for such a fantastic interview, may they pay you well and may peace follow you where ever you go, my peaceful brother."

*Chad leaves the scene*

"Tonight, Tiger, you step into the ring with the peaceful one, though i may look intimidating, bit like a hunter, but you can be rest assure that i am here to help you. You see i am aware you have lost a lot family members due to extinction but i am here to help you build a new family after i send you back to the wild. I won't be mean and send you to the zoo so you can trust me, besides you'll need to somehow alter your facial features as they wouldn't want to scare the kids from the zoo as well the blind and such procedures are impossible. So hold no fear the peaceful one will take you home and set you free, free like a bird, free like a dolphin, free like the air that brushes across my face as i pick daisies off my neighbour's front garden, free as the wind that brushes across my face and through my hair as i run away from my angry neighbour and soon free as a tiger that will soon return to bounce like the rest, because freedom is is peace and if you ain't peace...you ain't...

Simply put, the Gorilla is as dominant as he is pale and as my beard is red. I don't know what else to say except that these pills will fix you righ tup after he breaks it down. Like the song says, "Get rid of that runny nose, that naggin' cough, that sneeze, that wheeze, other injuries, take the wonder drug that cures all your ills. Take Jeremiah Peabody's poly-unsaturated quick-dissolvin' fast-actin' pleasant-tastin' green and purple pills."

There are certain moments in life..In time..That everyone pauses to see. Certain confrentations, certain wars, that people drop everything to pay attention to. Things like that don't come along very often in the wrestling business. There are very few moments that one can look upon and call historic. Some people don't even see a moment like this in their lifetime. Fortunately for everyone in the IWO..One of these moments has now come along. DC..The Unstoppable Force..The two man power trip..The Immovable object..Collide. This is the IWO's equivalent to the Mega Powers Colliding..Hogan vs. Savage..Or Rock vs. Hogan..Or HHH vs. HBK. This is a rivalry that historians will back upon and say made wrestling what it should be. I'm more than honored to be in the spot to make something like this happen...But that honor can only satisfy me but so much..The only true thing that can make this night all it can be is me coming out with the victory.

Don't get me wrong..I like DC as a person..As a man..He had my back through the toughest of times..And I'm pretty sure he would tell you that I've done the same for him...But friendships only go so far in wrestling. They aren't what the sport is about. It's about one thing..And thats championships. You see this belt on my shoulder?..It's the RWA World Championship..And as far as I am concerned..In this company...That makes me top dog. DC would probably tell you different..And thats his right to do so. He believes in his mind that the IWO title truely makes him a superior champion to myself..And thats fine..Because I believe the title over my shoulder does the exact same thing for me. Our titles will soon be unifed..And there will be no more debate..And DC and myself will truely know who is the better man.

Now I know DC has had his little thing going on with Wilma. Thats his business..His personal life. But DC..I think I should remind you of one thing...As if you haven't been reminded enough already..I have never been pinned or made to submit. There is not a person on this planet who can do so..And there damn sure isn't a person who can do so without every ounce of their focus on the task at hand. At Spring Stampede DC,I want your best. I want every drop of your blood and determination. Win or Loss..I want this to be the biggest match in the history of this company. The only way that can happen is if you get Wilma off your mind. This is fair warning DC..Don't let a woman bring you down..Because I'm already on that job.

DC..As much as I respect you..I've had a growing feeling in my stomach that you're becoming something else. A pussy. A sell out. The only reason I ever alligned with you is because I thought we shared a common belief..Shared the same goals. Turns out..We don't. You may not have sold out when you won the title..But you've sold out on your beliefs. You walk around here with a cockiness that is almost second to none. You claim countless times that you have "saved" this federation. Let me make it clear to you DC..This place never needed saving...Because I'm in it. I am the franchise player..I am the undefated one...You aren't. It's one thing to act like a champion..It's another to try to act like me. DC..Your ego has grown too big for your body..And at Spring Stampede..I can guarentee that I will chop it down more than a few notches.

Destiny..You talk about Destiny. Well yes DC..I may have mentioned destiny over the course of the past months...But I do it for good reason. I believe I can control my own destiny...And since thats what I believe..I can't lose. You see DC..You are the one with something to prove here..I'm not. I've beaten you before..And you have never..Ever..Beaten me. I haven't lost before..And you have. The pressure isn't on me DC..It's on you. You come out here and talk about how I come up short in championship matches?..Thats all irrelevant. Because thats all in the past. The only thing that matters now..Is that quite recently..I came up big in a championship match..And you can bet your dogpound ass that I plan on coming up big in this one.

The fact is..DC..You fear the Unstoppable Force. Everyone does...Because you know that you can't beat me. You've never done it before..And you never will. They say theres a first time for everything..But let me assure you DC..this is an exception to that rule. Everyone, upon everyone has come out here and flapped their jaws about being the first man to pin me..Make me submit..How history will be rewritten when they defeat me..And you know what..It still has never happened. What makes you think you'll be the first DC?..What..Because you saved the federation?..That makes you the wrestling god around this place now?..Get a clue. I am the wrestling God until someone beats me and proves different. And at Spring Stampede..You will prove nothing. Nothing but the fact that your ass can't cash the checks you make with your mouth.

You don't have to worry about me bringing my A game DC..You can be well assured that I will..And I want you to do the same. At Spring Stampede..We will clash..The balance of power in the IWO will be decided..And one champion will be crowned...And you can guarentee that it will be me. I have to take the reins of the IWO from you DC..Before your overinflated ego runs it into the ground..And that is exactly what I'm going to do. Whether I have to Unstoppable drop you through the ring..Or hit you with hell from above so many times that you never wake up..You can damn well bet..That the Unstoppable Force will be the last dominant Force Standing..the Undisputed IWO Champion. At Spring Stampede DC...Pain is Mandatory..For you.

*April is shown still in her hospital bed, still unconscious. As the camera pulls away, we see a figure with his back to the camera*

"You know, after I found out what Primate did to you, I was pissed. I let him date you, knowing that I might miss my chance to settle down with a beautiful lady that wasn't in the military or a towny looking to get out of her dead end town. I did it so you could be happy, but Primate and Oko had to break the rule. Well, I may not be able to get them at Spring Stampede, but I will settle for the next best thing: The IWO Tag Team titles. Exo and Stick, you two maybe the hot new rookies here, but Jason and I will not stop until we, the Greatest Tag Team in IWO history, win the titles we deserve."

*The Josh turns and prepares to leave*

"No silly catchphrase for you two. Just pain and suffering."

*As the Josh leaves, he hears moans coming from April*

"Josh? Please kick Primate's ass."

"You got it April."

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Originally Posted by Sinestro Corps Oath

In blackest day, in brightest night,
Beware your fears made into light
Let those who try to stop what's right,
Burn like my power... Sinestro's might!

The camera focuses on a door that is under armed guard with several locks on it. We go through the door to see Allisabbah in there with several of his security team. He appears to be in the midle of a briefing.

"Ok heres the deal I pay you all very well. Therefore I expect you to keep me from the same dirty tactics that have injured Swinn. I want this whole building patrolled in groups of three and if any of you happen to come across any of my competitors..... I think you know how to handle them."

He slides a briefcase over to the team of security.

"Pay off those you can and make the others unavailable. The less wrestlers show up for that match the higher bonuses you will recieve. I dont even want to break a sweat tonight."

The security team hustles out of the room as Alli is shown pacing back and forth.

*Blade is standing in front of a wall with the IWO wall banner in front of it *

Ya Know this may not be the title i wanted, but i tell you I am going to be winning it after im done with this match. Ive been stuck in the hardcore field for awhile because the IWO upper guys didnt feel that i have what it takes to be a champion outside the hardcore field. But after I told them that ive been trained to wrestle and throw down the sickest of moves and make people tap out with in seconds, they agreed to let me have a match. So i figure, what better way to show people that i can wrestle then fight for and win the IWO TV Champion. Its simple as that, i was the lonest reigning hardcore champion because i was wrestling and fighting for a worthy cause, but i was cheated out of it not once, but twice by Dragon.

Dragon doesn't know how to wrestle nor does he know hardcore. I was innovating this shit when he was still at the hospital crying. Ive had the same mentality here in IWO since I first started, and that was to be the best, to win belts, and to kick everyone's ass who i didnt like. Ive been told i dont know how to wrestle and i dont know hardcore by that dumb ass Judge. Judge havent i been saying Hardcore isnt about glass, tables, chairs and other shit? Man ive been sayin that since December of last year, and I have proved it. You say your big boot is going crush my skull? Ill Yakuza kick your god damn head right of of your neck. Then once i have done than im going to the top rope and nail you with the Suicide Stomp and cave your chest in. You'll be coughing up blood for weeks. Jude mi dont think you'll ever know what the word hardcore means unless porn is followed by it, and gay porn at that.

Its going to be very easy to understand when i get into the ring with you Dragon and Judge. Dragon i was screwed outta my hardcore title not once, but twice by you. And as the saying goes, fool me once shame on you, fool me twice shame on you, but with me the third time your not going to screw me out of this title, im going to choke you out and make you submit. theres going to be no escaping here Dragon, trashcans wont help you, chair shots are illegal, the only you can do is wrestle and i know i can do that. Im not going to let his opportunity fail me this time. I pleaded and convinced IWO officals to let me have this match. Im making sure i let no body down when the match is all over. The only person who will be down on the ground is Dragon and Judge. Judge, im going to be the jury and executioner here and the time says your reign of TV champ is up, and Im going to take your title away and be the new IWO television champ.

So to Judge , Dragon and everyone else. Your force to be reckoned with is standing in front of you because im taking the level up and the intensity will rise and insanity will top that. High Flying and Hard Hitting will be the name of the game, and im will be playing it very damn well saturday. I hope you both have been knocked unconscious before because then you will know what to expect when you get in the ring with me. No weapons, no cheating, tehre only one way to win and thats win a REAL pinfall, and that pin will be won by me, and here will be your NEW IWO TELEVISION CHAMPION!!!

*The black stretch Hummer is seen backstage. Thugged Out step from the vehicle and procede to walk towards the staging area. They are serious and no trace of their usual swagger appear. They stop and turn to each other.

Exo: Look man, it’s time to get serious. The fun and games are over. This time, we got to be real. No more jokes, no more reckless behaviour. This time we are facing a serious threat to the client and to our bottom line. We must not let The Josh and The Jason hinder our progress.

Stick: Yes sir. It's time to act like men...no more goofin' off and playin' around...

*Exo and Stick turn their heads away, then face each other again with serious straight faces.

Thugged Out: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Exo: Oh shit man, that was funny. The Josh and The Jason. Are you shittin me. This week it’s two boys, wait, sorry, two virgins who can’t get their minds off their little girlfriends.

Stick: Them pansies think they're hot shit because they just got their first sniff of some pussy? Fuck that noise, that shit got 'em in a trance. I've fuckin' had pussy since I was 7, nigga. That shit don't phase me like it phases them niggas. It's all good though, this'll be a cakewalk with them so fuckin' pussywhipped.

Exo: Hey man, s’like I always said. Don’t let no ho get between you and your money. We go tap some ass later. Back where we roll man. Go hit up some of that freaky shit we nailin all week.

Stick: Nigga hell yea. That tall bitch I was fuckin' last night, man she had her legs wrapped all round me like a fuckin' spider. No bitch has ever done that before. I hit it like no one else has before though. Bitch couldn't walk this morning. That ho is ruined for life.

Exo: Yo man, you check out these boys little girlies though? After we bury these punks, we take care of their ladies real nice. Put the bitches to work. Too bad that one got pimp slapped silly. We don’t need no scared bitches. We aint running some crack whore care center here.

Stick: You mean like the one where that cripple bitch, April, is laid up? Them moans you heard, Josh, that was April wishing she had a real man's cock in her. I can give it to the crippled slut, and make her moan even louder. She won't be left Thugged Out, just Reamed Out.

Exo: Shit man, let’s just spit roast that other bitch Stacy, then put her ass to work. She’d bring the bennies fo sure. Lookin real fine on a pole. Bang her till snot bubble out her nose.

Stick: Fuck a snot bubble. I'll make the bitch choke on my hot load, then smack her across the face so she's blowin' cum bubbles. Nasty scalliwags like that shit, mayne.

Exo: Aight, we gotta take care of this shit first. Two more punks in the wrong place, at the wrong time. The Josh and The Jason, this shit ain’t nothing personal. Well, maybe what we do with your women is, but...

Stick: Hell yeah my nigga. After we get done with them two, we're takin' their bitches from them. They'll either give it up, or we'll take it forcefully. Don't worry Jason, Stacy will be taken care of real nice. I might even let her lick my asshole if she begs enough.

Exo: That’s right. Stomp these fuckers and move on. Ain’t got time to worry about your little girlies. We here to collect a check and there ain’t never been anything that come between us and our money. Not The Josh. Not The Jason. Not some laid out Hobag and some skinny white trash. Nothin. You boys gonna have plenty of time to worry about your little girlfriends when you healin. May not want your broken ass no more though. But don’t worry, we’ll make sure they get fed.

Stick: They'll get fed alright, cockfed every day and night. Once they get a real man, they'll stay wet and achin' for the cock.

Exo: Let’s get this shit done.

Stick: Time to take care of bidness. You two foos about to feel what it's like to be THUGGED OUT.

*Thugged Out shove the camera away and continue walking backstage. More pissed off and serious than when they first came in.

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*The shot opens up with the image of the dead carcase of some animal hanging in the middle of a dimly lit room. After a second or two, you see two bats wrapped in barbwire swing into the picture, hitting the carcase with so much force, the bats stay lodged into the carcase. Primate and Oko walk into the picture from the two sides. They look at the camera, smiling.*

Oko: Crusher, you seem to have some sort of badass attitude. You seem to think you're some monster who can take on anybody in this league. Well I ask you, why is that? Why is that Crusher? Is it because you think you can gain the upper hand by attacking me at the end of a match? Is it because you think you can play mind games with us by cheapshoting us? Or perhaps that whole badass attitude of yours is something as simple as jealousy. You were cheering for Primate in that match we had where the winner would stay employed. Don't lie. You were hoping he'd beat my ass. You were hoping he'd kick me out of the IWO.

Primate: And you know what Crusher? You got your wish. I did beat Oko in that match. I beat him bad, and I kicked him right out of the IWO. But there inlies the problem. You see, even though I had beaten Oko, even though I had just terminated one of the most hated person in the IWO's contract, nobody ever really thanked me. Not DC. Not Josh. Not Jason. Hell not even April Century thanked me, or showed me any sort of grattitude.

Oko: But you know who was the one person showing up at Primate's hospital room? You know who was the one guy who was helping him during his rehab? You know who was the guy working his ass off behind the scenes to get the beat back in the IWO as fast as possible? Me. At first I was skeptical of showing up at his room while he was in the hospital, but I figured I might as well go. I figured it'd be sweet revenge to see the man who had me fired all wraped up in bandages and tubes. But it wasn't. In fact, it was sad. Sad to see someone who should be a king, reduced to a heap on a bed.

Primate: At first I was pissed that he showed up. I wanted him out of my sight. However, he refused to go. Him and his smartass attitude of his just stayed to piss me off, and I'm glad he did. You see, while I was out, Oko was in. He was kicking ass in the RWA. He was doing his part in the IWO. He got to see what was going on, and what did he tell me? He told me that the vast majority of the IWO was concerned about me, and wanted to know when I was going to be back. However, he also told me that when he talked to you, you didn't seem to care.

Oko: Why is this Crusher? Is this because you think Primate turned his back on you or something? Is this because you think that right when you two had something going, he got injured and took possibly glory away from you? Are you just bitter about not being the tag team champions right now? Do you think Primate wasn't paying attention or something and got hurt, right when you two could've achieved greatness together?

Primate: Well let me give you the truth on what happened. A team is supposed to stick together. A team is supposed to watch each other's backs. A team is supposed to make sure the other one doesn't get hurt. Guess what Crusher. You failed on every level of what makes a good partner. Fact is I got hurt because of you. It wasn't me not paying attention or some bullshit like that. It was you, not looking out for me. I was busting my ass making sure you didn't fuck up and get hurt, but apparently that whole ordeal was only a one way street.

Oko: So as you can see Crusher, we both have a reason to kick your ass. We're both pissed, and we're both thirsty for the taste of blood. Luckly Mr. Smith granted us a barbwire match, so there will be plenty of blood to quench our thirsts. Will it be our blood however? No no. It will be your's Crusher. You will be drenched in your own red lifeline. You won't be able to see because of all the blood in your eyes. You won't be able to hear because of the blood piling up in your ears. You won't be able to smell because of the ammount of blood that will be coming out your nose, and as for the rest of you? How good of a condition will you be in at the end of the match? What does your future hold in store for you? Well.

*Primate and Oko turn around and grab the bats still lodged in the flesh of the dead carcase hanging behind them. They look at each other, and then rip the bats down through the flesh, tearing the skin of the animal to shreds, revealing it's inards. They turn back around with pissed off looks on their faces.*

Primate: Your future. Your future looks just as torn and battard as this poor guy behind me is right now.

*Primate and Oko drop the bats and walk out of the room. The camera focuses on the torn carcase hanging in the room for a second or two before going black.